Page 98 of WitchBorn
Finn leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “I promise,” he murmured against my mouth. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, Wesley. Always.”
I rutted against him, grinding my hips into his, my cock desperate to be touched as he dove into another deep kiss withme. My heart pounded with a need to have him, to feel him inside me, around me, and strengthen our soul bond.
“Are you using magic on me?” I asked, breathing hard and gazing into his eyes for any sign of a lie.
He snorted. “No. Not unless me being horny automatically makes that happen. It’s not something the wolf and I thought we’d need. Do you feel magic coming off of me? I have it tamped down as much as I can. I wanted to be as much me as possible for you, but sometimes the wolf bleeds through.”
“All I feel is you,” I said. “Anxiety and hope.” Not magic. But really needy. “Fuck, I need you.”
He hummed as he kissed down my jaw and over my neck, the vibration of his kiss on my throat making me desperate to go inside and strip. “Your house is warded by the Summer king,” Finn said. “His magic and his mate’s.”
“Huh?” I knew about the wards, but my lust filled brain wondered why they would keep him out.
“It has to be your choice,” Finn said. He peppered small kisses over my face and neck, hands on my hips firm to keep me still else I’d have been rutting against him again. “You have to invite me in. Oberon warned me that if I tried to force anything on you Sebastian would blast me into the next county. Even if that means stepping inside your house without an official invite.”
“Oh,” I said. “You can come in. I mean, I want you to.” The magic of the wards rippled around us, pressure at my back easing, though the hum of them lingered.
Finn lifted me away from the wall and carried me through the open door, then nudged it closed with his foot. He turned me to press me into the door and devour my lips with his again. I sunk into his kiss, desperate for his touch, and his flesh on mine.
“My magic is limited inside the house,” Finn said. “Can’t zap away the clothes,” he grumbled as he leaned back to yank off hishoodie, and the white undershirt beneath, tossing them aside. “Can I?” He tugged at my shirt.
“Yes,” I agreed, and lifted the sweater, struggling to get it off while pressed against the door, but not wanting to let go of him either. If it was a dream, I planned to savor it.
“I’m not a dream, baby.” Finn pulled the sweater away and pressed himself against me, his skin warm and soothing.
“Prove it,” I demanded. I had thought the scent of cinnamon and apple had been the pastry he brought, but the box was abandoned outside on the porch. The smell was him. His skin radiated the warm crisp of an autumn day.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and dragged me into another long kiss. Could a dream feel this real? No one kissed like Finn, like he wanted to worship and devour me all at once.
“I do, baby,” he breathed between us. His eyes glowed with brightness, part him and part wolf. “The darkness will always be there,” he said. “It’s part of me.”
“I’m not afraid of it, or of you. I’m dangerous too, you know.”
He smiled. “You’re kind of terrifying, and I fucking love it.”
“Then why aren’t we both naked?” I asked.
He grunted, and unwrapped my legs from his, then shoved his pants down, kicking them, his boxers, and his shoes all to the side. His cock jutted upward, a fine thing I asked for in a dozen ways. Memories of our encounter during my heat returned and how careful he’d been despite the raging lust.
“This okay?” he asked. “You’re not in your fawn form…”
I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them off, leaving myself bare to his gaze, worried it wouldn’t be enough without glamour.
He blew out a breath, eyes smokey with desire, gaze flicking down and back up. I waited for rejection, but he dropped to his knees and took my cock down the back of his throat in one long stroke. I cried out and wound my fingers through his hair, hisgaze meeting mine as he sucked hard, sliding off to tease the tip of me with his tongue and then swallowing me back down until I bumped the back of his throat.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I cursed, hips moving of their own accord to thrust into him. He hummed around me, holding me deep until I thought he’d choke before pulling back to a teasing glide. Not fast, though I was desperate to come as the heat pooled in the base of my spine and trickled upward like an inferno ready to erupt.
He bobbed on my dick, my heart pounding as I struggled to maintain control.
“I don’t want to come until you’re inside of me,” I said. His cock leaked against his stomach, the drops decorating his belly button. I longed to lick them up and savor the taste of him.
Finn popped off my cock, teasing the foreskin with his tongue and warm breath. “Couch okay, or would you rather go upstairs? I’d like you to ride me.”
The idea of sinking down on his cock nearly undid my resolve. “Couch.”
He tugged me a few steps to the cushy sofa, and I’d never been so grateful for a small space when he lay down on his back and slid me over him, placing a handful of kisses over my hips and inner thighs. “I promised to eat your ass before,” he reminded me.
“Don’t you dare. I need you to fuck me.” I scrambled over him, determined to line him up and shove that fine cock as deep as I could take it.